I feel so inept;
I do not know what we call
the era before stars.
Ere-light?
Place without time
rimmed blue in ice.
Chagall 2018
revises a piece from 2014
I feel so inept;
I do not know what we call
the era before stars.
Ere-light?
Place without time
rimmed blue in ice.
Chagall 2018
revises a piece from 2014
We have always had stars.
That might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever written. —CC